Fat Boys - Can You Feel Me? lyrics

[Intro] Hmmm huh huh... Woooooo... Yeyah... It's Dru Down baby Yeyah.. Comin straight from that izno... A.K.... No play... Matta fact... Listen to my... baby [Hook] Can you feel me? I said I'm doin' what I gotta do, stayin' true to tha crew Can you feel me? I said I'm deep down and dirty, I grew up hella early Can you feel me? I said I fantasize about tha dreams, havin' big fancy things Can you feel me? I can still remember when I stole my first diamond ring [Verse 1] O.K., I'm deep down and dirty You heard me before But I'mma kick this sh** Like I be kickin' in some front doors Now po-po or 5-0 Straight on that real Always been real Fifteen blocks down tha Street from that feel But still see n***as have got it wrong That po-po is 5-0 And that is my ho Come and see me some time Bust a rim and bust a rhyme After that I f**ed that Remy Bust a rhyme and get a dime And lets smoke, choke Until the break of dusk f** that b**h dawn And puttin' a penny in my palm Understand this I rolls deep in tha five I've been down with tha five I gets dirty in tha five And do a hoo ride. (Why?) That is tha question Devils be guessin' Don't question, stressin' Livin' in tha ghetto Hello! Ya betta hear me And if ya don't Ya betta really try to feel me... [Hook] Momma always told me It'd be days like this. So I took myself to Traders Bought myself a fo-fifth And some clips sh** was gettin' hectic Check this n***a's try ta wrecka Veteran etcetera And I bet ya ya life has never been a taken like, I'm deep down and Dirty early But see Pearly At tha age of three Took my a** in Beause my momma was deceased I still ended up a with tha gangsta Comin' from tha street Talkin' mentality, causin' casualties Don't be mad at me I'm D.D., pimp playa O.G., Born up in tha city of tha O.A.K.L.A.N.D Ghetto-bound hustla, no s**a, serious about my bussiness What is this? Now dig this, I overnite became rich I'm me, not tha ordinary n***a from tha street Grew up, threw up, to what I wanted to be, and what I sing... [Hook] It didn't matta my money was gettin' low, I'm on tha struggle Whatever a n***a go fo, he gots me on tha double But solo, cause n***as be b**hes and snitches at tha same time But I'm, a go and get my nine And find these n***as who be talkin' a hell of a lot a to These b**hes, these b**hes who be talkin' a hell of a lot a to these n***as who be riggas, but I'm a go and hit and do a diggum smack And take to yo' a** back to tha future Smoke super, I'm rollin' in tha six eight Couger A Ruger, a mastermind like Lex Luger It ain't no thang, like a chicken wing With tha (mob/wild?) fo from (ozco?), our mission Is never impossible. Not fo me see, so f** that old series, you stuck On that screen I laugh, I'm over mescaline. Aha ha ha.... I see a Dream as a triple beam, with hella dough from a mutha f**a, with no Cut bro... [Hook] [Outro] Yeyah... Can you feel me? D.D.... Grew up, threw up, to what I wanted to be and what I sing Can you feel me? Can ya, can ya... That's what I want fo you to feel me....